Little One, Why Do You Hate Yourself?

Making peace with younger me

Photo by Gilles Seguin on Unsplash

I can count your ribs…but all you have to say to me is that you wish you were thinner. “Teach me how to be skinny.” Your mom keeps your old clothes in case you fit into them again, even though you’re fourteen years old and that’s not something that should be happening.

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Divorced, biracial woman | 23 going on 65 | Editor for Out of the Woods | I write to heal myself and others | Support me at https://ko-fi.com/aashaanna